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[BSG: Exodus] - Game 6 - Game Over

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Well, I have a few options. These are listed in no particular order and I welcome your opinions.

1) I could jump us, though the chance of losing population is still relatively high.
2) I could get a pair of Mark VIIs up to flight-ready status.
3) I could head to Pegasus and fire the Main Batteries at Starboard-Quarter; I have a card I can happily discard to get there.
4) I could scout the Destination Deck.

The only thing I have any reservation against is scouting the Destination deck. If I find a good location, then my action is wasted. If I find a bad location and discard it there is no way for you all to be sure that I threw away a bad one. Plus there's no guarantee the next two are going to be any better. I think Scouting is of much more use once both toasters are revealed.

What say you all? I am personally leaning toward the Main Batteries; thin their numbers a bit before we leave them in our space dust.

You are objectively wrong in this case. You are the silliest goose in the history of everything ever, everywhere, including all possible and impossible alternate realities, timelines, parallel universes, pocket universes and theoretical dream-worlds. You are a nexus of super-wrong, radiating your silly gooseness out over the internet with the force of a trillion supernovas of hyper-incorrectness.

Starbuck coordinates with Gaeta and provides him with a perfect shot. Unfortunately, Mr. Gaeta dropped a negative somewhere in his calculations. The light show is impressive, but the Cylons are still there to clap at the end. 1d8 = 1 + 2 = 3 - No vipers to damage.

On the heels of this failure, news of the Six's presence leaks and Admiral Helo has some unpleasant decisions to make.

Unwelcome Faces

Admiral Chooses
The Admiral must discard all of his skill cards and then choose a character to send to the Brig.OR-1 morale and damage Galactica once.(activate raiders)(jump prep)

You are objectively wrong in this case. You are the silliest goose in the history of everything ever, everywhere, including all possible and impossible alternate realities, timelines, parallel universes, pocket universes and theoretical dream-worlds. You are a nexus of super-wrong, radiating your silly gooseness out over the internet with the force of a trillion supernovas of hyper-incorrectness.

Fuck me, a one, when anything else would have resulted in at least 2 destroyed Raiders? Don't suppose anyone has a Calculations and can bump that up to a 2?

Ugly crisis, that. Perhaps Tory has a Pardon? You could send her to the Brig; she'd keep the Presidency, would activate Caprica Six for the Jump Prep advancement (Tory said that visiting Caprica Six wouldn't be bad) and could Pardon herself out right away.

Only problem with that is Tory will have to draw a Trauma token for starting her turn there.

If madame president has a pardon, we just put someone who plays after her in the brig- she could stay in the president's office and activate it on her turn, get a free quorum card and then pardon whoever she brigs.

And get cards out of the deal for being Tory.

I see nothing wrong with this plan, other than not getting the jump prep we'll likely get for free once the first person is brigged.

Fair point... it all hinges on whether or not she actually has a Pardon, heh.

If she does, and she goes to the brig, she has to draw a trauma token but we'll also get the free jump prep.

If she does, and anyone else goes to the brig, they won't have to draw trauma but we won't get the jump prep.

Tory'll get her two draws for playing the quorum card either way... I'd say it's up to her to decide if the trauma cost is worth the prep. She has no tokens, so one more wouldn't hurt (plus she'd be placing it down right away anyway), but it could be Disaster and that'd suck.

Then again, if she doesn't have a Pardon then it's probably safer to damage galactica/pegasus... we can repair the damage and we have a morale to burn.

You are objectively wrong in this case. You are the silliest goose in the history of everything ever, everywhere, including all possible and impossible alternate realities, timelines, parallel universes, pocket universes and theoretical dream-worlds. You are a nexus of super-wrong, radiating your silly gooseness out over the internet with the force of a trillion supernovas of hyper-incorrectness.

You are objectively wrong in this case. You are the silliest goose in the history of everything ever, everywhere, including all possible and impossible alternate realities, timelines, parallel universes, pocket universes and theoretical dream-worlds. You are a nexus of super-wrong, radiating your silly gooseness out over the internet with the force of a trillion supernovas of hyper-incorrectness.

You are objectively wrong in this case. You are the silliest goose in the history of everything ever, everywhere, including all possible and impossible alternate realities, timelines, parallel universes, pocket universes and theoretical dream-worlds. You are a nexus of super-wrong, radiating your silly gooseness out over the internet with the force of a trillion supernovas of hyper-incorrectness.

Tory continues her dealings with the Quorum, but is interrupted a message: one of the Twos has been found and made some unpleasant claims. Tory fetches a bucket of water and begins the interrogation...

You are objectively wrong in this case. You are the silliest goose in the history of everything ever, everywhere, including all possible and impossible alternate realities, timelines, parallel universes, pocket universes and theoretical dream-worlds. You are a nexus of super-wrong, radiating your silly gooseness out over the internet with the force of a trillion supernovas of hyper-incorrectness.